Afterwards we lie there for a while, Nick’s head on my chest and our legs entwined. I reach over to his bedside table and turn the radio on, noticing that it’s gone 3am – how did that happen? I close my eyes because I think Nick might be asleep, but several minutes later I hear a click and open my eyes to find he’s taken a photo of us lying there, this time on his phone.

“Nick!” I grab his phone and check the photo as he laughs gleefully.

“Nothing like a post-sex candid.”

I don’t reply because I’m just staring at the photo – it’s like the ones he took on his disposable camera, natural and un-staged, Nick curled against me and smirking up at the camera, my head leaning on his, my eyes shut and mouth slightly open.

“Don’t delete it,” says Nick.

“I’m not.” I look at it for a second more, and then hand it back to him. “Don’t put it on Instagram.”

“Can I set it as my wallpaper?”

“What, and get rid of Henry? Do you finally love me more than your dog?”

“Mmm, that’s going a bit far…”

I roll over, shoving him off me and flipping us so I’m lying on top of him. “Rude.”

Nick laughs and wraps his arms around me. “Okay, fine, I love you more than my dog.”

“Good.”

“I love you more than anyone, actually.”

He says this a little quieter. I move my head out from the crook of his neck so I can meet his eyes.

“Is that weird?” he continues, and then huffs out a small laugh. “I’m only eighteen.”

“I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe.”

It is weird. We both know it’s weird. We both know we’re weird, we’re not like other couples our age. It’s weird that we hang out every single day, it’s weird that we’d rather just be with each other all the time. Every day we wonder when we’re going to stop feeling like this and get over our teenage relationship. But it never happens. We just keep on going.

But it’s good too. God, it’s so good.

“I’m weird too,” I say, because saying ‘I love you more than anyone too’ back to him doesn’t feel quite adequate, even though I honestly love him more than anyone else in the entire world.

Nick squeezes me and says, “Yeah,” because he already knows.

NICK